So We Meet Again And you brought a friend (MFF) Part 2 of fucking on the balcony.

Part 1: https://redd.it/3p9cs2

So Anna and I talked afterwards, I asked her if she wanted to go to another party this weekend and she said yes, but she wanted to come to my place before. (It was already assumed that she would spend the night, haha.) Her and her friend showed up, the friend was a surprise. They started to get into their Halloween costumes (I know its a week early, but every year the frats and sororities throw Halloween parties, this year the guys got Halloween and the girls got the weekend before.)

Anna gets into her slutty cat costume, booty shorts with a tail, a little bra and cat ears. She looked so stereotypically asian in it, but it showed off her rocking body. [Quick recap Anna is 5'5" B cups, shapely ass, and lean legs.] Then her friend, Jen, came out of my bedroom in a construction worker costume, Jen is a hair shorter, 5'4", C cups bordering on D's, kinda a flat ass, but nice legs, oh and she is also half-Asian, like Anna. She was in a white tank top, cut-off jeans and had a tool belt on. I was a cowboy, which fit my tall, tanned and average looking physique.

The Good Girl [M/F], Part II.

The Good Girl [Part II] [M/F]

Part One

It had been several days since our first night together, I could finally walk down the hall without my legs aching, and she could almost masturbate at full speed again. We had set a second date, this time planning on her staying overnight and cuddling.

We talked and teased each other in-between, figuring out more what we did and didn’t like. I’m honestly still getting used to being a Dominant in the bedroom, having only discovered how much I enjoy taking control of my partner’s pleasure in the last year or so. I ask her for suggestions, and from her response I realize how much she enjoys not just receiving pleasure, but being used for pleasure as well. For some reason I hadn’t really thought about how the Dom/sub relationship was just as much about the Dom using his sub for his own needs. I suppose I was still thinking how rude and selfish it would be to demand it of my partner (there are some things a good Southern upbringing will always be useful for, but demanding that your needs come before the Lady ain’t one of them). She is quite helpful in giving me ideas to try out for our next session. Obviously, I still have a lot to learn about how to satisfy a sub properly, not only how I can give her pleasure through various forms of stimulation, but also in how I use her, ordering her to please me, spanking her for being such a dirty girl, etc. (Hell, I’m still figuring out the best way to write about and describe our Dom/sub sessions).

My first time with another woman.

I also have an AMA ongoing that can be found here. Please do not ask me for pictures or personal information. If I wanted to post pictures of myself, I would have already.

This is a story that's years in the making. But, I'm the happiest I have been in a long time.

I came out to LJ (woman I had sex with) months ago. She offered to help me explore my sexuality, but I never had the courage to make the move, until last night.

We had planned for her to come hang out last night, and I knew it was do or die. All week, my stomach gurgled lava and my nerves were alive with a confusing mixture of excitement and nervousness.

When the moment arrived, I was too nervous to go for it. Electrodes attached themselves to my every nerve ending and my face blushed so profusely, I almost thought it was on fire. I managed to meekly ask "So can we fool around?" She lauged "Of course!" in response and in no time she was on top of me.

The Good Girl [M/F]

[Names and superfluous events tweaked in the interest of anonymity]

I know this story is a lot longer than most here, and I thought about cutting it down. But to tell the truth our entire encounter was meant to be slow and teasing, so I have kept our story of it the same.

I knew from the first time we talked I was into her. She was young, pale, and skinny with long red hair and gorgeous blue eyes behind a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, beautiful legs and perky breasts, if there was ever a "Sexy Librarian" look, she was the embodiment of it. She was at the end of her teens, I was at the end of my twenties. We talked for hours on the phone the same day we met, going over everything from relationships, to fears, to desires. She wanted to make sure we were as compatible sexually as we were mentally before she wasted any time.

Meeting for the first time, the extended version [MF] [BD] [sm] [D/s] [spank]

[NB: I posted the first half of this story a ways back, but I'm including it again here for context, so if it seems familiar, keep reading.]

I'm disappointed because you can't come up here, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you.

You make me expose myself while you stroke yourself on the subway. exhib, m-solo, voy, dom play, humil, reluc, M/ftM

I've been encountering stories of men who like to jack off on the subway. I want to find one of you.

I want you to sit across from me in an empty car and stare at me until I'm terrified. Your face breaks into a delicious smirk and I'm completely thrown off balance. Then you to shift your hips forward to the edge of the seat and sprawl in front of me, with your hard cock pulsing against your jeans. You get harder and I see your cock twitch as you watch my cheeks flush and I part my mouth in shock. I can't hide my arousal from you, it's too intense. You dominate the entire space and fill my senses with your presence. Your scent wafts forward and I taste you on the air. My heart is pounding.

You casually unbutton your jeans and it becomes hard to breath. You slide your zipper down and your cock juts out, riveting my attention. Of course you don't have anything on underneath. You chuckle as I finally suck in a breath of air and slowly, you wrap your fingers around your shaft. My mouth snaps shut. I long to taste you.

My first-ever FMF threesome – includes D/s play and lots of spanking

This I happened a week ago and I'm still on cloud 9.

The story starts about 10 days ago, with me matching with Melanie on Tinder. Melanie is a 19 year-old rocker chick, in university, and super cool. I made my intentions clear up-front, and she was attracted to me being experienced with BDSM as a dom and my bag of toys.

We met up the same night that we matched. She hadn't really been dommed before, so we discussed what she was into, her past experiences, her comfort level with certain activities, he limits, and safe words. And then we played! I won't get into details, as this encounter isn't the focus of the story, but she had a ton of fun getting spanked, having her throat used, being cum on, having her nipples tortured, being called all kinds of names, and calling me "Daddy". She was on her period, so we didn't fuck. I did, however, order her to masturbate and she came for the first time in someone else's presence.

The next morning, we talked about bringing another girl into the mix. Melanie and never been with a girl and wasn't sure if she was bi. However, she agreed that if I ordered her to lick pussy, she would comply.

Update 2.1: Tying up the Innocent Girl [m/f]

First off, this is pretty long. Second, this is only part 1 of 2. I hate it when people do that, but it's late and this is as far as I got today.

As I wrote last week, I recently ran into a girl I'd dated in grad school, and we reconnected hard. The chemistry was insane and the sex was like riding a bike.

I was out of town on a business trip through Friday, but had plans to meet up with Caitlin on Saturday night (my flight came in late). We texted all week, and I was reminded of one of her best/worst qualities: her text style. We'll be volleying back and forth, multiple texts a minute, and then… nothing. For eight hours. I'm not sure if she's purposely playing mind games, but she'd pull this shit all the time when we were dating. While it's insanely annoying, it works so well for keeping her in my head all day. Every time my phone goes off, I'm checking it thinking it's her. Kinda pathetic but that's just how this girl gets to me.

The One Who Got Away, Pt. 1.5 [mf]

Sorry to split the stories in half, but together, it exceeded the character limitation. Thanks for reading!

Dan now alone lived in small apartment in a big city. He had graduated and moved out of the tranquil of New England and into a more bustling environment. He had a good job, he had met some new friends and kept up with old friends. He was relatively happy, in the way that most recent grads are. It wasn’t the same happiness that he had in college, where the most pressing decision is whether to play the latest video game or read the Odyssey, and where the reality of how America works in the twenty-first century only crept sinisterly in the background of booze-fueled partying and a series of inconsequential misadventures. The fact that a college degree was less relevant to having a good life made little dent in the bubble of sex and alcohol and drugs. No, the happiness was rather a realization that the best times were in the past, but good times still remained.

Finally re-uniting with my FWB [M/F]

I apologize in advance for the super long build up, bear with me…

For starters, I've been single for the past six-plus years, but in the interim, I've had a couple FWB's. My current one I've known for about 4 years, but we haven't done as much as I'd like. Part of the problem is that neither of us live in places that allow for much privacy. But the other part has just left me frustrated…

There are times where my home will be empty for a weekend, and I'll try to get her over, but every time something "comes up" or she becomes harder to get a hold of than someone in the witness protection program.

It all boiled over for me two weeks ago. Empty house, no work obligations, and all I had planned was to have her over and use her. She constantly texts me telling me how she needs it rough, wants to be used, etc…, so I knew what I wanted to do.